FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter 21 (Edit/Revised)

"Think we should leave her alone?" the one named Fox asked but the one with bleached blond hair just looked to his hand the one that Charla kept smacking away, over and over like it was nothing and not even breaking a sweat.

He scoffed and shoved his hands in his pockets before turning to leave his own way. "Whatever, she said she wanted to be left alone, not like I'm going to interfere with that. Come on, let's just go already."

It was late in the afternoon when Charla had gotten back; the rain was now pouring heavily leaving her to become completely soaked to the bone. Her clothes sticking her like glue as she made her way to the front of the house, only to see the door bust open and Isaac looking frantic as he talked on the phone. "I keep telling you she's not here Claude; I need you to check around see if anyone..." he stops dead in his tracks looking at Charla with wide eyes before speaking on the phone. "Never mind, I found her."

"Uncle?" Charla said as he made his way closer to her, he looked both scared and relieved but she was unsure as to why. "What's wrong?"

In that instant Isaac pulled Charla into his arms and gave her a tight embrace as he breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank god you're okay..." he said as he kept hugging Charla with all of his might before pulling away and looking angrily at her. "Just what in the world where you thinking leaving the house like that?" he demanded. "Do you have any idea how worried I was when I couldn't find you anywhere in the house?!"

Charla frowned slightly at his outburst. "But what about work?" she asked causing him to look confused. "You had work today right? I didn't know anyone else was home. I thought I was alone, I didn't know... no note was left telling me otherwise."

Isaac had the urge to smack himself, in his haste to get his daughter to school on time as well as bringing the documents needed for his department he had neglected to leave a note informing Charla that he would be back within the hour. He was delayed by thirty minutes but when he had come back, he discovered to his shock and horror that Charla was gone. He panicked of course, not knowing where Charla had gone or why.

"Uncle...?" Charla's voice drew Isaac out of his thoughts. "Why are you mad?"

"Why wouldn't I be mad?" he snapped grabbing her shoulders. "You disappeared! Charla I had no idea where you went. I thought something bad happened to you!" he sighed then asked. "You aren't hurt at all?"

Charla shook her head then held up a plastic bag. "Nothing looked good in the fridge, so I went to get something to eat. I'm sorry Uncle; I didn't mean to make you worry. I'll leave a note next time."

He rested his head atop of her's as he kept her close. "Same goes for me, I'm just glad you're okay Charla." He smiled as he moved away from her. "Let's go inside, you must be freezing cold in those wet clothes."

Charla intend to just go upstairs and change, but her uncle had insisted on at least drying her hair first, it wasn't something she could really say no too since he seemed deeply concerned for her wellbeing. Other than her father, Charla had never really felt like anyone had cared about her after Carlin's death.

She sat slumped in the chair with her head hung low as her uncle towel dried her hair, they didn't say a word to each other as he did this. Though as Isaac dried her hair he saw the scare from her accident, and another wave of guilt came through, what she must have gone through was something he knew that he could never imagen. Nor would he wish that on anyone else, let alone his own family. There was a lot that Charla didn't seem willing to bring up, even though he was more than willing to be open to what it was.

With her nightly excursion, he never thought Charla was the type to do so, though seeing how she acted then in comparison to that of when he saw her in the morning seemed drastically different, like she was another person completely all together. It was something he wanted to ask but knew as of now it had to wait. This time he wanted to be sure to not step on any kind of preverbal landmine that might have been around after what happened at Charla's school. Which still begged the question as to why? And why go after her specifically. It left far more questions than answers, ones of which he would have to go over with Claude the next chance he got.